Cancerous cells that are called infatuation in my spirit fill my head with dreams that I forget when I awaken depicting our kiss on the lips in the moonlight and the cool breeze that skates across my flesh in the hot summer.
The disappearance of your presence wrecks my emotional states, I’m a lover who doesn’t get the chance to say or show his love the warmth when you need a squeeze, the winged human creature on your shoulder pointing you in the right direction
Your body is like the depths of an ocean that beckons me deeper into your darkness the candle that flickers in my core every time our fingertips collide the blazing sun that burns my face when you stare at me too long an apparition of the moments that have since been burned into my consciousness.
I cause your dreams to come true when you ask for someone to listen to you, the safe of secrets that gets filled yet never opened the strength when you need someone to lift you up, and become the punching bag you hope for when fury floods your mind
Deep inside there is faith that there may truly be perfection in this mass of earth and water to me you are a temple laced with voodoo that allows you to create life the only person in the world I feel wants to know what you mean to me and the mystery that not even Sherlock Holmes could figure out.
My body succumbs to lifelessness when slumber comes and my brain takes my spirit on a journey, it develops the confidence you need to take that leap of faith, turns luminous when my psyche takes me for a ride in the shade and into salt filled molten drops that fall from the cloudy paradise above when innocent blood is splashed.
There is sheet in the streets from the accident that ended your life early as I use a blade that digs deep into my muscle tearing chunks of me out with every farewell switching to the shattered glass that my extremities grasp and use to let the crimson infused memories of you free consuming alcohol that flows twisting in the liquid rubies within that causes me to act foolish
Rage fills me up fueled by the villains that spring from the dark to attack my kin and comrades, my lips are an m-16 battle rifle when I spit out words that are bullets for your head, your voice is the lust that still fills my mind
Tiny words that wish would be spoken yet are held inside are the constant reminder of all of the pain that has been caused through the years
Yet - I am serenity - in the chaos